"It's late. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Night Star is expressionless, but his movements are more fierce, and he doesn't even have the strength to hum when he does it so shallowly.

……

Half-asleep and half-awake, it seemed that he heard Ye Xinghan talking to others, but he couldn't hear clearly.

The sound seems to be divided, distant and echoing.

Qing Qian frowned unconsciously, but in an instant, he was pulled into a deeper dream.

Even with the previous paradoxical and trance-like dreams, it became clear.

Who's that?

Qing Qian looked blankly at the pillow, no one.

Reaching out and touching it, the weak body temperature has long since disappeared

She got out of bed and walked to the outer hall, which was empty.

Only some gourmet fruits were on the table, and a note was pressed under the bowl.

The font is sharp, like its person.

When I get back, don't run around.

Cold.

What is this? Wipe it dry and wipe it clean and leave? The old lady hasn't pressed back yet!

Qing Qian froze and walked around the hall a few times.

found Lin Yue, who was standing at the door and staring at her curiously, picked it up and asked, "What about the cold?"

"Wang!" Lin Yue licked her fingers excitedly, and her tail shook desperately.

Unfortunately, its voice has not yet recovered, and even its movements have begun to change to that of a canine.

Qingqian put it on the table, and Linyue smelled the smell of milk, and unceremoniously buried his whole head and began to drink.

Qingqian sat down and began to think about a very serious question.

Qing Qian was scorched by his terrible ideas, but the culprit left an inexplicable note and left.

She picked up the note, and suddenly found that the font was a little messy, indicating that Night Star Han was writing in a hurry.

What was the situation that made him say goodbye in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to explain where he went?

Qing was sitting there in disheveled clothes, his face messy in the wind.

Lin Yue, who was next to her, drank her stomach and collapsed on the table contentedly, her belly drying on all fours.

There was a knock on the doorframe.

Qing Qian ran to open the door, and there was the Lingling Daoist standing outside.

"You ......"

The good words were swallowed hard, and the Lingling Daoist looked at the kiss marks on his chest and neck that were covered by his clothes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face was dull.

He originally thought that Xinghan said that night that the insider was just joking, but this time he really saw it, and he was stimulated.

Qingqian grabbed his clothes and smiled slightly: "Come in and sit?"

Lingling Daoist sighed and followed her into the house to sit down, and it took a long time to remember what he was looking at.

"Isn't the Demon Lord here?"

"He went out. Qing Qian suddenly remembered something. "Ask something, have you heard of Yunyi?"

"But the goddess? Lingling Daoist laughed, worthy of being the leader of the clan, and recovered quickly.

"After the mysterious man disappeared before, we asked for help in finding him, and the perception was even better than that mysterious person. ”

"And then?"

"Later, I couldn't find it, so I still suggested coming to the Demon King. ”

"We haven't met again?"

"Nope. The Lingling Daoist asked strangely, "Have you seen it?"

Qing Qian remembered that after he was tossed by the night star, he seemed to hear him talking to others before he really fell asleep, and he had a vague concept in his heart.

"The Demon Lord can't go with you now, how about I go on his behalf?"

……

Under the shallow lobbying and flickering, Lingling Daoist happily invited her.

I don't know how long it took, but at this time, it was not far from the destination, but the expression of the Lingling Daoist still did not relax.

seems to be more nervous and serious than Qing Qian, a person who is looking for a "husband" for thousands of miles.